Fuzzy Red Boots

02Oct 2019 by admin

A Conscious Relationship

There was an article today about animals, dogs and cats in particular, and how they are perceived to be the last authentic connection to a paradise lost. Mainly because they love you without judging or thinking about it and because they have this amazing ability to stay in their present, to live their life without contemplating about death, like us human do throughout our lives. The article took for granted that animals have no consciousness, thus they act only through their free, natural instincts. I am more skeptical about that. I do not think we know everything that there is to know about animals. I don’t understand how humanity is so certain that animals do not have consciousness and they do not think about death in general or their…

Under a Different Star

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We are all born under a different star. Some things that happen have nothing to do with us. Others no matter how much we try, still will not have to do anything with us. Sad, unfair, discomforting or not, things not always work their way towards our way. Meetings don’t always take place, hearts hurt, brains break down, the body gets sick and the Soul feels absent. It takes us decays to admit that “this, has nothing to do with me” and not feel guilty or as failure, as if we had not given our best intentions and tries, as if we were not carefully leaning our ears to hear the tone of the times and extending our palms to touch the edges of our opportunities. I feel a…

Languages

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Words, wording, texts, context. Rules, times, messages. Someone speaks, someone listens, a conversation, a dialogue. Phrases put together, a meaning. Phrases as conductors to meanings. Phrases as stepping pebbles among fluid elements of wording. Phrases to meanings, phrases that make sense, phrases of a consensus. Phrases that flow out to a new place. More places and more places, everyday visits to new places. Many places interrelated, a new land. Small, big, flat, round, with edges, with oceans, mountains, prairies. A new land. New elements, stronger structures, extended dimensions. A language. And a new language. And a new language. Language stretched, bended, making formations, circling, running, pausing. A language that attempts a narrative. A narrative at birth. Grounded narratives, tales of existence. Narratives as reality. Every day narratives is every day.…

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